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Apr. 29th, 2001 11:47 pmOnce again, I face the upcoming workweek with a grin on my face. I've escaped the lethargy and dread I sometimes feel on Sundays. Perhaps because my weekend's been so full and fun.
Friday was Forsaken. Literally. Mat, Regina, Harlan, Krista and I drove up to Burlington and watched the Forsaken on opening night. It was a Not So Good movie. It didn't suck ass, it wasn't great by far, but there were some interesting elements in it. I have given up on their being any great or even good vampires movies anymore. If I want something done or told right, I can just run a game of my own. But there's something fun about seeing a bad movie with friends, that sense of misery loving company and finding plenty to talk about, even it's tearing the actor's apart for their aweful delivery or poor editing. "Boy, it sure got bright out in the desert all of a sudden."
Despite being tired and poor, I went out to 4 at ManRay. I was a little off my game that night, spent a little too long loitering at Kelly's bar with nothing really to say. I danced off a bit of my dorkishness, more in the techno room than in the back. Chris needs to dust off his playlist, though every so often he sneaks a old school goodie in there. Something seems to be seriously missing from the Fetish nights. Either exposure has made me jaded, or there are a lot more tourists in the building, but the atmosphere of the night is wrong. Too many people playing at being twisted, too much of a meat market mentality. Now a little of that is fine, particularly when you are single and not minding a litte dalliance with the fairer sex, but there's a tasteful way to do it, and a piggish this-is-not-how-we-do-things-here way. Tasteful for me equals walk around and dance and hope I get noticed... but I digress. :)
Saturday begin the long stretch of my Game weekend. Start things off with barely getting up in time to get to Your Move for a V:TES tournament. To stave off feeling too pressured to win, I randomly chose one of my tournament level decks and played. To breeze past the gamer details, I made it to the finals and placed 4th over all, and brought home a nice little prize. Flash forward half an hour, and I'm stalking the halls of the CGS bulding at Boston University for the Changeling one shot. No long continuity, no real attention from the storytellers, just kicking back for 4 hours or so as a redneck biker redcap. Pure fun, even if we did tend to get a bit twisted. But hey, that's what happen when a bunch of Yankees play at being Southerners... Just a bit of good clean fun, y'all... Afterwords we descended to the Second Circle for Chinese foods, alcohol, and some back rubs. End the night driving home listening to Velvet Acid Christ and crashing at 3.....
...to wake up at 8 and get packed for the Warhammer tournament at Fort Danvers. Throw lots of little plastic and metal men in a box (Skaven actually) build a list on the drive out, and get down to business. This was particuarly challenging to play, as the army didn't stack up well. The first game was a loss due to a bad tactical decision. The second game was lost to dice as I couldn't defeat one unit quickly enough, which led to my being slaughters (those non-gamer's reading this far, I can feel your eyes glazing over, just bear with me!) The last should have been a sure win, and was heading for a disasterous loss, but then became a draw as I pulled off several epic rounds of combat. In the end I won the award for Best Army, and made the short drive back to Somerville....
..... to grab some burgers and attend Jenna and Forests cookout. If there was any doubt we are all adults, this put that to rest, as I listened to two of my friends talking about buying houses. But grown ups we aren't, as the lightsaber duels proved. And the marshmallow roasts. And the playing in the fire.
And that feeling hit me again, the feeling of being part of a community. The ability to toss in a joke and get an honest laught. To not have to say anything and feel completely at home. To have a quiet conversation with someone you haven't seen in a while. I have found a home in Boston, and a circle of friends that I have been searching for all my life. There were groups before, but I wasn't ready for them, or pushed myself apart from them. No longer.
And on that blissful note, I leave you for the night.
Friday was Forsaken. Literally. Mat, Regina, Harlan, Krista and I drove up to Burlington and watched the Forsaken on opening night. It was a Not So Good movie. It didn't suck ass, it wasn't great by far, but there were some interesting elements in it. I have given up on their being any great or even good vampires movies anymore. If I want something done or told right, I can just run a game of my own. But there's something fun about seeing a bad movie with friends, that sense of misery loving company and finding plenty to talk about, even it's tearing the actor's apart for their aweful delivery or poor editing. "Boy, it sure got bright out in the desert all of a sudden."
Despite being tired and poor, I went out to 4 at ManRay. I was a little off my game that night, spent a little too long loitering at Kelly's bar with nothing really to say. I danced off a bit of my dorkishness, more in the techno room than in the back. Chris needs to dust off his playlist, though every so often he sneaks a old school goodie in there. Something seems to be seriously missing from the Fetish nights. Either exposure has made me jaded, or there are a lot more tourists in the building, but the atmosphere of the night is wrong. Too many people playing at being twisted, too much of a meat market mentality. Now a little of that is fine, particularly when you are single and not minding a litte dalliance with the fairer sex, but there's a tasteful way to do it, and a piggish this-is-not-how-we-do-things-here way. Tasteful for me equals walk around and dance and hope I get noticed... but I digress. :)
Saturday begin the long stretch of my Game weekend. Start things off with barely getting up in time to get to Your Move for a V:TES tournament. To stave off feeling too pressured to win, I randomly chose one of my tournament level decks and played. To breeze past the gamer details, I made it to the finals and placed 4th over all, and brought home a nice little prize. Flash forward half an hour, and I'm stalking the halls of the CGS bulding at Boston University for the Changeling one shot. No long continuity, no real attention from the storytellers, just kicking back for 4 hours or so as a redneck biker redcap. Pure fun, even if we did tend to get a bit twisted. But hey, that's what happen when a bunch of Yankees play at being Southerners... Just a bit of good clean fun, y'all... Afterwords we descended to the Second Circle for Chinese foods, alcohol, and some back rubs. End the night driving home listening to Velvet Acid Christ and crashing at 3.....
...to wake up at 8 and get packed for the Warhammer tournament at Fort Danvers. Throw lots of little plastic and metal men in a box (Skaven actually) build a list on the drive out, and get down to business. This was particuarly challenging to play, as the army didn't stack up well. The first game was a loss due to a bad tactical decision. The second game was lost to dice as I couldn't defeat one unit quickly enough, which led to my being slaughters (those non-gamer's reading this far, I can feel your eyes glazing over, just bear with me!) The last should have been a sure win, and was heading for a disasterous loss, but then became a draw as I pulled off several epic rounds of combat. In the end I won the award for Best Army, and made the short drive back to Somerville....
..... to grab some burgers and attend Jenna and Forests cookout. If there was any doubt we are all adults, this put that to rest, as I listened to two of my friends talking about buying houses. But grown ups we aren't, as the lightsaber duels proved. And the marshmallow roasts. And the playing in the fire.
And that feeling hit me again, the feeling of being part of a community. The ability to toss in a joke and get an honest laught. To not have to say anything and feel completely at home. To have a quiet conversation with someone you haven't seen in a while. I have found a home in Boston, and a circle of friends that I have been searching for all my life. There were groups before, but I wasn't ready for them, or pushed myself apart from them. No longer.
And on that blissful note, I leave you for the night.
